11.

He wasn't afraid to do the wildest, most intimate things in places that perhaps you shouldn't be doing these things in. We were on a constant high, and we literally couldn't come back down. And maybe I remained a secret - his friends didn't know about us, and I of course didn't risk telling anyone either. And whilst in the beginning I kept looking over our shoulder, constantly checking for a ghost, by the end of it all, I didn't care.

I wanted someone to walk in on us.

A frown spreads across my face at the sight before me. And, after checking to make sure they had passed and no other person was walking behind or in front of us, I decide to do the one thing that I craved most in that moment. I took Sam's face in between my hands, and crashed my lips onto his. I brushed my tongue with force against his bottom lip, as if to tell him that I wanted to deepen the kiss. But he was completely taken back, and his lips were not moving. He simply stood there, mouth pressed into a firm line, as if he was almost disgusted by my sudden pounce on him.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, and pull away, my face no doubt red from embarrassment.

"You tell me. You've never done that before," he responds, and brushes off the moment as if it meant nothing.

"Why didn't you kiss me back?"

"Why did you kiss me in public?"

Was he being serious right now?

"What, I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend in a park? I didn't know that there were rules to this - I should be able to kiss you wherever I want. Are you embarrassed of us being seen in that way together?" I ramble on, growing more and more frustrated with him.

"Dove seriously, what's gotten into you? You know we're not like that."

I wanted to slap him so bad in that moment.

"We're not normal, you mean? Yeah, you don't say! Sometimes I forget we're even together - we may as well be a couple of besties who just occasionally peck each other on the lips! Who happen to live together, sleep together without actually sleeping with one another, touch each other once a month for an occasional hug and still tell the other to 'turn around' when one is changing!"

I knew I was making a scene, but I didn't care anymore. My patience was running thin, and I just couldn't stand his presence for one more minute.

"Dove, I-"

"Just... never mind, Sam," I put my hand up as to stop him from answering. "I'll see you at home."

And just like that, I left him standing there speechless, helpless, and feeling guilty, as he should. I walked away from him, and speed-walked my way back to the apartment before I could make an even bigger fool of myself and start to cry in public.

But by the time I reached the crossing by the campus, my vision became blurry, and I hadn't noticed the car until I was pulled back abruptly by my dress, and to the ground with such strength, my back almost cracked from the contact.

Him.

"You just had to go and make my day worse, didn't you!" I scream in his face, and by this point I'm full on sobbing, but I didn't exactly know the reason for my tears anymore.

"What the fuck is your problem? I just saved your life," he seethes, and gets up from the ground, running his hands through his hair as if to show distress.

Theo was right - he did just save me, but I didn't have the energy to change my attitude and suddenly be all thankful in his presence.

"Yeah well, I would've made it to the other side in time. What're you stalking me or something now?"

"That's rich, coming from the girl who's drawn up a whole character profile on me," he fires back, and I immediately go quiet, only to erupt into a fit of sobs once again.

"What's wrong with you, anyway?" He finally notices my depressing state, and shoves me further into the pavement away from the traffic building up in the road.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Oh for fucks sake Dove, I'm not going to bite. I'm being nice to you, which is more than you deserve from me, and you're acting like a complete bitch."

At this I literally break down. I must've looked like a concerning case, because my body would not stop trembling from the anger and sadness that overtook me. He must've sensed my inner self-battle in this moment, because he pulls me by the wrist around the corner and begins walking me towards a small cafe down the road.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, okay? Look, you're clearly out of it and it's not hard to figure out that this has something to do with your boyfriend. Am I right?" He asks, rather harshly, and all I could do is nod my head a couple times in response.

"Okay, so we're going to go grab a coffee, and you're going to talk. I don't have time for bullshit, and I'm involved now, so I have to know. I saved you from what could've been a really bloody accident, so you kind of owe me."

Through all the tears I had been crying in that moment, I managed to smile a genuine smile. Small, barely noticeable, but genuine. I agreed to his idea, even though I really wanted to go home instead, and apologise to Sam - I was wrong to do what I did, and then throw a fit like that, but I just couldn't help it.

As we occupy a booth in the small, cozy cafe, I realised that this was in fact a better idea than going home to him. I couldn't face him just yet, not after what had happened. He embarrassed me, and as much as I was mostly to blame for this situation, he needed to realise his mistakes too.